Kathy Andrews - Roped sitter, chained mom

But Howie wasn't satisfied. With his cock sticking out of his pants, he stood and went to her. Cindy looked into his face fearfully, afraid to move.

"That is a pretty cunt," he said, running his hands through the soft pussy hair. "Pink and tight. But it's not wet, Cindy. You're supposed to have a wet cunt."

He slapped her pussy.

Cindy shrieked in pain, her legs clamping reflexively. "Owww! God, that hurt me!"

"I know," he giggled, pulling her legs wide again. "And I can hurt your cunt worse."

"Please, don't!" Cindy sobbed, her eyes flooded with tears. The pain burned, and the heel of his hand had smashed against her tender cunt when he slapped her.

"Get out of your clothes," he said, his cock almost painfully swollen. The scream had excited him, and his balls seemed tight. "Take everything off."

He turned and walked away.

For a moment she sat there, sobbing with misery, her cunt seared with pain. She was just standing up to remove her clothes when Howie returned. He was carrying an old kitchen chair, backless except for the upper back. Where he had gotten it, she had no idea. There was no bottom to it, just a rim. The four legs were not braced, just four posts to hold the chair up. It looked as if it had once had a wicker or cane seat, but no longer.

"You're not naked yet?" Howie asked. "You better hurry or I'll tear your clothes off, Cindy."

She worked with fumbling fingers so fast that she ripped buttons from her blouse. She finally stood naked, trying to conceal her shapely tits and cunt, crouching slightly. It amused Howie to see her modesty gone, to see the blush of shame on her beautiful young face. Placing the chair in the middle of the floor, he grabbed her arm, pulling her.

"Sit in the chair," he said. "No, not that way, you cunt! Turn around and straddle it, put your tits against the back."

When she complied, she found her ass sinking through the ring, her cunt seeming to open. Howie quickly tied her hands behind her back, then drew the rope to the bottom of the chair, securing her hands so she couldn't move them. That done, he lifted her tits over the back of the chair and began winding clothesline about her until she was pressing to the chair back. He tied the rope over her tits, but left her nipples exposed. The tighter he pulled on the rope, the more her nipples thrust out. Then he went to work tying her feet to the legs of the chair. When he stepped back to examine her, he could see her bare ass drooping through the open bottom, see her gaping cunt.

Tears flowed from Cindy's eyes, dripping from her cheeks and splashing on her tits. She sobbed silently, her eyes closed. Howie pinched both her nipples very hard, making Cindy groan with pain. His cock was standing out and his piss hole was very wet as he pressed forward. He rubbed the head of his cock about her nipples, smearing her flesh with the oozing juices from his piss hole.

Moving behind her, he realized he had not tied her enough. Looping clothesline about her small waist, he secured the other ends to the ring of the chair. Now she couldn't move at all, hardly even wiggle her ass. Satisfied, he walked around her to make sure he had not forgotten anything else.

Howie picked up a leather belt, a narrow strap that would cut flesh if he hit her hard enough. He swished it through the air, and Cindy's eyes opened when she heard it. She saw the belt, and her eyes grew big with fear.

"No, Howie, please!" she groaned. "I don't like it! You're going to hang me, Howie! God, please don't hurt me!"

"A little pain won't kill you, Cindy," he said. "I'm just going to warm your pretty little ass up, that's all."

He's an uppercut sort of swing with the belt from behind Cindy. Although it struck her ass, the ring of the chair caught most of the force. Cindy whimpered, but he wanted to hear her screaming with pain. He tipped the chair over until her face was on the floor. Her ass presented a lovely target now.

Getting to his knees, he ran his hand over her swelling ass cheeks in a gentle way, feeling each ass cheek. He fondled her pooching cunt a moment, then he stood sand undressed himself. Cindy couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew he was undressing; she could hear the rusiling of his clothing. Hoping against hope that Howie would simply fuck her, then untie her; she shivered. She didn't know how he could fuck her in this weird position on the chair, but that was what she wanted. Getting fucked, even though she felt nothing from it, was preferable than getting hurt.

Standing on his knees, Howie swung the belt up through the legs of the chair. The belt smacked Cindy's naked ass in a resounding whack. She screamed as the burning pain went through her like a broken darn of water. The belt left an angry red stripe on her naked ass, right across both sweet, creamy ass cheeks. Howie rubbed the mark tenderly, breathing fast with excitement.

He began to spank her harshly, lashing time and again with the narrow belt. He didn't hit he hard enough to break the skin. He didn't want that. Soon her ass was a fiery red, and the screams and sobs Cindy made served to send his balls into writhing pleasure. His cock was very, very hard now. He gripped his prick tightly, squeezing to stop a sudden discharge.

Dropping the belt, he lifted the chair back up, setting Cindy upright again. Her face was smeared with tears, and she was gulping for air. Her ass was burning hotly.

Howie scooted under the chair, looking up at her red ass and cunt. He kissed the sweetness of her ass, licking the red marks with his tongue. When he licked along the slit of her cunt, Cindy groaned. Her cunt, surprisingly, was wet now. She was reacting to his brutal spanking, reacting in a way she thought impossible. Not only was her ass hot from the belt, but Cindy found her cunt hot with desire. She couldn't believe this cruelty could make her want his cock, want it in her cunt, fucking her. Her cunt felt swollen, and it throbbed with unexpected pleasure.

When Howie tapped his tongue across her cunt, dragging it into the cunt slit, Cindy actually came close to coming. Her sobs turned into whimpers, and she tried to wiggle her ass, but couldn't. He was running his hands over her ass while licking her cunt, and she gasped in delight as he thrust his tongue up her cunt. Howie fucked his tongue in and out of her pussy, then pulled her knotted cunt between his lips and sucked. And the harder he sucked her cunt, the more excited Cindy became.

She gazed down at his cock standing up so hard. She wanted his cock now, wanted it badly. She wanted Howie's hard cock fucking her, fucking her hard. Her pussy became very juicy, and Howie was sucking the pussy juices like a thirsty boy. Cindy whimpered as the pleasure became ecstasy. She wanted to get her hands on his cock, to jerk it, to stuff it into her cunt and fuck him frantically. If he would fuck his tongue up her cunt again, she felt as if she would come.

But he stopped sucking her pussy.

Scooting from beneath the chair, he stood up and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times as Cindy watched, her eyes taking on an excited, glassy expression.

"You want some cock, cunt?" he asked, moving his cock close to her tits. "You want this cock up your fucking cunt, Cindy? How would you like it rammed this cock up your shitty asshole?"

"Howie…" she replied softly, licking her lips, her eyes riveted on his prick. "Please, Howie."

He turned from her, bending to the side of the couch. She saw the vise grips in his hands, and her expression changed from desire to fear again.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Howie snapped a pair of grips onto her right nipple. Cindy howled in pain as they clamped down. Howie laughed in a wicked tone.

"Oh, God! Howie, it hurts!" she shrieked.

"This tit is gonna hurt, too," he said gleefully, and placed the second vise grip on her left nipple.